Little voice in my head
Crossing wires upon threads
You don't have to feel all this is what it said
It's a dark and dreamless sleep when I'm sinking in my bed
I'm stepping over cracks
Noises I avoided
While they keep on coming back
I thought this was a home
If home is where the heart is
We've built ours out of stone
Small steps in large doses
Red paint on white roses
My night closes
Death's a dream when
Nothing gets better
And no, nothing is as it seems
Silent rooms, empty halls
Split the floor in two
And take the pictures off the walls
Close my eyes to darker skies
The crows are closing in
They've come to take the broken things
Collect the odds and ins
You can walk away
but if you walk a straight line
You'll end up back here someday
Firestarter
No man's daughter
Is she sleeping?
She's not breathing, no.

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